Morning air summons and invigorates.
All is fresh and vibrant.  
Birds call happily in the distance.
Sunbeams skip across the treetops.
Colors emerge and blend in the clouds.
Steps fall lightly in the grass.
Hues of violet, pink, and blue glow and blush among the meadow plants.
The world opens anew and calls the wanderer.
Beads of dew sparkle in the sunlight.
Bees and other insects engage the flowers, oblivious to observation.
Everything is warmth and light, color and sound, fragrance and solitude.  


© by Jonathan O’Quinn.
Used here with the author’s permission.